...a day in Paris

I was supposed to go back home after a one week trip to Spain with my mother. My schedule: Barcelona-Madrid, Madrid-Paris, Paris-Dallas, Dallas-Mexico City. That is the perfect recipe for loosing one of your flights when one of the airports has problems with rain and clouds...and that is exactly what happened: I lost my connection to Dallas and had to spend one day in Paris, all by myself.

My first reaction was panic. But once I had a hotel and a flight reservation for the next day, I realized that it was a day to enjoy. First stop, La Saint Chapell, the most exquisite place in Paris. The first time I went there, I was only 15 and fell in love with the beauty and the silence. Needless to say, I had a lot to think about, some decisions postponed for a while, and being all alone with myself was the perfect time to address them. Inside my head was the idea to change my career, to change the stilettos for clogs, the office for a kitchen, the fancy outfits for an apron. I spent more than an hour there, talking to myself. Then I went to a café to write, to think, to drink an espresso, to eat a croissant. I walked and arrived to Notre Dame and sat there for a while, then walked and walked....another café, the river, window shopping, until my decision was taken in the middle of a bridge facing the Eiffel tower: I wanted to change economics to become a chef.